Quote#God & Faith
When the artless doctor sees
Quote byRobert Herrick · 1591–1674
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Noble Numbers, 41. "His Litany to the Holy Spirit", sts. 4 and 5.
English (original)
When the artless doctor sees No one hope, but of his fees, And his skill runs on the lees, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!When his potion and his pill Has, or none, or little skill, Meet for nothing, but to kill; Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
— Robert Herrick
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